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SG Holter Aug 2015
Laughter hot on the
Trail of your tears. A

Mother's gentle breath
Soothing a bruised knee.

There,
Now.


Broken heart healed, see?
Scar free and good as new.

Winds follow rains;
Spring winter.

Hell, even Lieutenant Dan's legs
Grew back in the end.
  Aug 2015 SG Holter
Wanderer
Unrestrained
Summer sweat slick skin sliding
Urgent
Homemade wine lubricating the distance
Between our whispering mouths
I want you
Cowboy boots knocking sideways shimmy
So ready for your deep sighs
To set my hips a dancing
This is late night country twang duos  
Heart beat rhythms speed up like humming bird wings
Drinking deep of soft *** nectar
Eyes roll back in mid-moan wonder
Close now to seeing early morning fireworks
Fog rolls in over high peaked mountains
I am right there with them
Dewy. Dawn kissed.
Strung tight like guitar string strumming  
This body's melody hums in tune with you
  Aug 2015 SG Holter
Julie Roland Spets
it´s not that my mind is that dark
that is to say
that my thoughts and moods
are a perpetual grey

blotted and distorted
those happy memories I made
into a dark murky pool
go my sun-shiny days

I know my thoughts might seem cliché..
«the persistant clouds turn my blue sky grey»
but it is the the truth
my truth!
my dismay!

still I find myself begging
for the light to stay
SG Holter Aug 2015
Odin, watch over my girl as she's sleeping.
Dry each tear that she fell asleep weeping.
Light candles in the windows of Valhalla's hall.
Hang paintings of her on its every wall.

Shield upon forearm, axe in my hand.
At the gates of Àsgarðr I finally stand.
Pour ale in my horn, say lad, you are late!
Fallen by foesword, arisen by faith.

Odin, as hard as the stone of your throne
Were Life and Love, even unalone.
Born as Lover, to worship and feel.
Grew into Warrior, wounds that won't heal

Now fester with thoughts of lovers and friends
That all remain stories; everything ends.
I look down at Miðgarðr, and long for it not.
Now life with the gods is all that I've got.

Odin, watch over my girl as she sleeps.
Be gentle when picking the memories she keeps.
The ones where my patience was tested, you burn.
But keep some regrets; we all need to learn.

Allow me inside, and let us begin.
Let's drink to the warmth of a woman's skin.
Let's drink to the soul of a Norseman saved.
I'm hanging with gods. Just dig me my grave.
SG Holter Aug 2015
Green giant hand raised
Towards the heavens.
Claws of seaweed,
Pine,
Olive,

Soon to fade into autumn
Auburn,
Burgundy,
Vermillion,
Amber,

Then shed its template
Flake by flake until
Naked; pure
Black against
Snow.

Headstone upon
Life itself.
Root grave. Branch bones.
Skeleton of an
Angel.
SG Holter Aug 2015
Slip through the barred windows
Like sand through open hands.
Grasping love with
Force is like
Pushing something sharp
With your wrist and
Crossing your fingers.
SG Holter Aug 2015
Bleeding ears from smiling
Too wide.

Her ribs get startled at times;
Her heart is that light.

Where are you? I ask.
Pick me up with your attitude,

Give me a ride out of this
Dark, downwards town;

Furious with fumes and
Fright fuelled fear of

Abandonment.
I need to see it

Rear view mirrored. Appearing
Closer than it is.
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